The Final Cut |
| Музыка: | Роджер Уотерс |
| Текст: | Роджер Уотерс |
| Вокал: | Роджер Уотерс |
Through the fish eyed lens of tear stained eyes
I can barely define
the shape of this moment in time
And far from flying high in clear blue
skies
I'm spiralling down
to the hole in the ground where I hide
If you negotiate the minefield in the drive
And beat the dogs and cheat
the cold electronic eyes
And if you make it past the shotguns in the
hall
Dial the combination, open the priesthole
And if I'm in I'll tell you
what's behind the wall
There's a kid who had a big hallucination
Making love to girls in
magazines
He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith
Could
anybody love him
or is it just a crazy dream
And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight
And if I
open my heart to you
and show you my weak side
What would you do
Would
you sell your story to Rolling Stone
Would you take the children away
And
leave me alone
And smile in reassurance
as you whisper down the
phone
Would you send me packing
Or would you take me home
Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings
Thought I oughta tear the curtain
down
I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just then
the phone rang
I never had the nerve to make the final cut
